We got home from California late late Monday night. Tuesday and Wednesday were a blur of Target, laundry, Modell’s, laundry, Marshall’s, laundry, and camp packing. I was up early and stayed up late. This morning I drove Skater up to camp and dropped him off with a fist bump. He is a seventh grader in front of his friends, ya know. The last two days at home it was all hugs and snuggles and ‘I love you, Mommy, I’m going to miss you, Mommy.’ I’m cool with the fist bump after that.
So when do I get to get over my jet lag? It’s a weird one, too. I’m not overtired, really, just generally surly and impatient – but is that much different then any other week? If you know me you laughed, because I’m a rediculously cheery person. I went to get my oil changed yesterday morning and the guy at the register said, “Why are you smiling?” I answered, “Why are you not smiling?”
Tomorrow, more driving: going to pick up my doggie at my mother-in-law’s house and then on to my mother’s place down the shore. Then maybe I can sleep in? No, no blackout shades…
How’s your summer going?